Kate

White woman with brown hair lying down in background with sleeping ginger cat in foreground.

I march so that those upholding patriarchy and white supremacy in the laws or in their hearts hear me: YOU CANNOT AND WILL NOT WIN.

Chronic illness has radically shifted the experience and course of my life. Nothing has been left untouched: my friendships, my marriage, my mental health, my hopes for children, my finances, my sense of agency in the world. “Disabled” always meant my beloved brother with autism, an intellectual disability, and bipolar II. I have come to see that it also includes me. Not being able to attend the march is heartbreaking and yet listening to and honoring my body is a privilege. Thank you, precious body, for carrying all that you do. May we all continue to march in the ways that we can.